Chapter 1: Intervention

Dan was sitting on the blue sofa in Chris's house. He'd called a while ago asking if Dan would come over to discuss something important. Dan didn't see what could possibly be important enough that Chris had to call and ask him to come.

Maybe He's finally ditching Elise. A smile spread across Dan's lips at the mere thought of such an event.

Dan had said his goodbye's to Mr. Mumbles before he had left his apartment, making sure to warn her not to watch too much television while he was away. It really wasn't good for anyone; or anything for that matter. It had only taken Dan a mere ten minutes to reach Chris's house. The tense atmosphere now present in the room made Dan almost wish he hadn't come. Almost. Elise and Chris were whispering about something. Dan could only make out a few statements.

"I think you should tell h-" Chris whispered.

"You're his best friend, you tell him!" Elise harshly replied in a hushed voice.

Dan was beginning to grow irritated. They were the ones who had called him here, the least they could do was tell him what they wanted to say so he could get back to his miserable life.

"Honey, you know I am not good at these kinds of confrontations." Chris retorted. They were hardly whispering now.

Dan let out a frustrated growl.

"Listen, I am a very busy man, lots of revenge schemes to plan. So could you please hurry up and just spit out whatever you were planning on telling me!" Dan stated grumpily.

"We'll tell you when we're good and ready." Elise replied haughtily.

"If you weren't ready you shouldn't have called me over here in the first place then!"

"Now Dan, just calm down, there's no need to get upset." Chris chimed in.

"WHO'S UPSET! I'LL KILL YOU!" Dan yelled. He had stood up on the cushions of the couch pointing an accusing finger at Chris.

"Okay, that's it, I'll tell him sweetie." Elise stepped towards Dan, placing a hand on his shoulder, coaxing him into sitting down.

Dan complied and sat, but he was still mad at Chris accusing him of being upset. He always did that.

"Now Dan, don't freak out, or take this the wrong way but..." Elise paused for a second. She seemed almost nervous.

"What are you pregnant or something? Oh my gosh you're pregnant aren't you!" Dan stated in a sickly manner.

"No! Dan, just listen. You have been really...irritable lately; even more so than normal an-"

"I have NOT!" Dan interrupted.

"Will you just shut up for ONE SECOND!" Elise snapped, grabbing the front of Dan's favorite 'JERK' shirt.

"Geez Elise, you seem to be upset. Maybe you should go see an anger management councilor." Dan suggested nonchalantly.

Elise was about ready to punch Dan, when Chris skillfully intervened.

"Okay, okay, that's enough you two. Look Dan, what we're trying to tell you is Elise and I have checked you into an Anger Management Center for a few weeks." Chris explained.

At first Dan didn't say anything. He sat there on the couch looking as close to betrayed as Dan could possibly look.

"You're sending me away?" Dan whispered.

"Only for a few weeks Dan. Trust us, we wouldn't do anything that wasn't in your best interest." Chris placed a hand on Dan's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him.

Dan smacked Chris's hand away and stood. He turned to glare at the young couple.

"When am I scheduled to leave?" Dan asked defeated.

"Tomorrow morning." Elise answered.

"Also, you won't have to worry about Mr. Mumbles. We'll take good care of her for you." Chris added.

Dan simply nodded in affirmation. As he exited the house he managed to knock over a couple vases and smash a window before speeding off in his car. Chris and Elise heard Dan yell something out the car window. It sounded like,

'ANGER MANAGEMENT!' That would be the most plausible, not to mention predictable, thing in this situation.

"You think he'll be okay?" Chris asked Elise, as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Yeah, I think he'll be just fine. Before we know it, Dan will be back to his old self, just without all the anger." Elise replied.

"That's all Dan practically is though. A big ball of revenge and anger." Chris retorted skeptically.

"I really do wonder what will be left after that's taken care of." Chris walked with Elise back into their house.

They wouldn't worry about calling anyone to fix their window just yet. Dan could come back and break more things. It would be more efficient, time wise, to just wait.

Dan returned to his grungy apartment, tears pricking at the corners of his emerald green eyes.

"I can't believe those two! How can they just send me away with those cheerful smiles on their faces?" Dan ranted.

***In all honesty they weren't smiling. Dan is talking about what he thinks they're actually feeling on the inside emotion wise for Chris and Elise.***

Mr. Mumbles strode up to Dan, who had plopped down onto his lumpy couch. Dan really needed a new one, but what's the point. The other one would get the same way in a few years. Dan wasn't the crying, or sad type, but he felt pretty crummy.

Dan buried his face into Mr. Mumbles fur and cried for the first time in a long while. He didn't just sit there for the whole duration of his sob session; he did have to pack his things after all.

Dan didn't really have much in the way of things. All he really packed into a small duffel were a couple changes of clothes (underwear included), his toothbrush, Brutus, his list, and the brass knucks he'd gotten from his mother. Dan had gone back at one point and stolen them back from that imbecile of a cop; he just hadn't been able to part with them.

Luckily Dan realized they most likely didn't allow any weapons in the facility, so...he was smart and decided to place them back in his dresser.

The only thing left to do now, was to get some shut eye. Dan tried for a whole hour, tossing and turning, but he just couldn't get comfortable.

This is going to be a LONG night.

~Author's Note:

Okay, so I hope all you readers enjoyed this first chapter. This story is dedicated to Cryptvokeeper on deviantART. It was at their request that I write this. I hope it's turning out good so far. ^_^;

Let me know if you absolutely hate it.

Sorry about any grammar or spelling mistakes. It's like 5 in the morning -_-

I'll fix them later when I have time if there are any.